Our Awful Friends Part 2

I wouldn’t miss any posts from this blog and neither shoul you. ☺☺

Nutsrok

I had only been out of the bathtub about 10 minutes when this picture was made.  After that birthday party, this dress was never the same.  I never saw that little purse again.I first became aware of the Awfuls on the occasion of Jamey Awful’s fifth birthday.  I was probably about four and totally ignorant of what birthday parties entailed.  I only knew that Mother ruined a perfectly good day by calling me away from my sand pile to take a bath in the middle of the day, an unheard of event.  I was disturbed especially since she insisted on washing the sand out of my hair.  I’d just spent a good portion of the morning sitting in the sand pile pouring sand on the top of my head, enjoying its powdery coolness showering down on my shoulders and the back of my sundress and…

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